These red flowers turn to brown
Over the soil of our grey hearts
Where something died
And something has grown

Red flowers turn to brown
Over the soil of our grey hearts
When something die
Something is gone

As we sketch our skin
With needles and ink
We carve the marble of our souls

These dark years have passed now
Over the soil of this grey house
Sun and rain are falling down
Over the ground where you live now

While we draw on the walls
With crayons and chalk
We see the brand new coloured lines
We hurt our hands so many times
We must look outside

These green flowers turn to red
Over the soil of you grey hair
Brown flowers turn to red again
Over the soil of you grey hair